(AE approved of me starting this RP in order to help her out.)


Ruth Ann Underhill was quite different when it came to halflings. She would travel out of the Shire from time to time, and it had now proceeded to become more of a problem to those who had known her.

After going to Frodo and Bilbo's party, she had stayed in the Shire for quite some time, but it had soon grown dull to her enlightened mind, and Ruth Ann found herself thriving to leave once again and wander to somewhere that was not as common or as near to the Shire than the ordinary places she would travel.

It was around six months later that Ruth Ann had found herself on the outskirts of Mirkwood. It would have taken her a lot longer if she had not decided to travel directly to the ancient forest.

Rumbling through the trees, she proceeded to move to the center where the elves ate, drank, slept, and held relationship to one another.

Alas, it was not a festive day as to what Ruth Ann Underhill was accostumed to finding. The king was pursuiting out orders to those under his allegiance about such matters concerning his son, and the men were running this way and that in order to satisfy the king's every command.

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(Cool. )


Kanno rushed past a small hobit, not paying much atention but wondering what a hobit would be doing
in Mirkwood.

He headed over to the armory and began laying out the sets of armor for the men who were assembling in the group.

He checked every suit, making sure the armor was clean and sturdy. Each full set of armor he set out by itself for it's wearers to come and take it up for the journey.

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Eruraina Maethorwen, a Galadhrim warrior and guard from Lórien, arrived in Mirkwood, a realm she had never been to. Never had she left the Golden Wood, her beloved home. She was hand selected by Galadriel to head to Mirkwood. she was told of a journey but she didn't know everything about it. Perhaps she would learn more later on.
She entered the center of Mirkwood. The realm was different than Lórien. She lead her horse to the stables then gracefully walked around the unfamiliar land. Eruraina saw a much smaller creature wandering around the realm. Shorter than a dwarf, she assumed that it what one called a halfling.

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And as he looked into her eyes
Within the auburn of her hair
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored bright and fair

♥In a poly relationship with Kili and Tauriel♥

Kanno noticed the elf from Lorien and approched briskly.

"Greetings ma'am," he bowed his head. "I was told you would be comming. Are there any provisions, armor, or weapons you will need for the journey?"

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Eruraina was a bit surprised at the sudden approach. Out of respect, she tipped her head in return and greeted, "Mae govannen." It seems that word went around on who was going on the journey.
"Nay sir," Eruraina replied. "I have anything that I need, but I thank you kindly."

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And as he looked into her eyes
Within the auburn of her hair
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored bright and fair

♥In a poly relationship with Kili and Tauriel♥

"Verry well," Kanno said, departing with another slight nodd.

He headed back over to the armor and continued overseeing the handing out of it to those in need.

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Deawen felt utterly lost. She was the only human there that she knew of, and felt out of place. Like a goose among swans. Deawen wandered around aimlessly, till she came to the amory. Mentally she thought of what she needed, a good knife might be handy, or maybe a bow? she thought as she scanned the wares.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"Greetings, Lady Deawen." Kanno bowed his head to Deawen. He had made it his buisiness to know every individual who would be joining on the venture.

"Is there anything I can get for you?"

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Eruraina watched as Kanno said headed off and went to oversee another person in need. Perhaps he was someone who had been given the job to oversee the others? She didn't know. She appreciated his willing to help, but with the job back in Lórien, being prepared was always important. It was something she learned very quickly.

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And as he looked into her eyes
Within the auburn of her hair
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored bright and fair

♥In a poly relationship with Kili and Tauriel♥

Deawen looked up and smiled awkwardly " Hello." she responded quietly. " I think a hunting knife might do me some good. I broke my last one, I need a replacement." she said pulling the broken knife out of it's sheath. it was a typical hunting knife no embellishments or symbols just a knife. " think you could help?' she asked

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"Certainly," Kanno said, a twitch curling his lips to a momentary smile as he spun around and fumbled through a vast collection of knives and swords.

He returned with a knife that was much like the broken one Deawen had pressented.

"I hope this will suffice," he said, handing her the knife. "If you wish to have a different one, though, feel free tosearch the inventory yourself."

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Deawen examined the knife with care, unlike her old blade it was practically flawless. She didn't bother to test the edge, learning quickly that elven blades were much diffirent than her own simple blade. " I love it" she annouced, her elvish slow and clumsy.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Maethoriel stumbled through the doors of the great palace of stone in Mirkwood. She was bleary eyed, worn out and in sore need of alcohol and more leaf for her pipe, her newest vices. She was bleeding; the left side of her leg was soaked in red and her brown pants were unreparably rent, she leaned heavily on a cane which was possibly the only thing keeping her standing besides her pride. The half-Elf glanced about, the look was given a darker feel due to a black scar raking down the left side of her face, skipping her eye and ending at her lip. "A healer, please," she muttered to the nearest available servant.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

( OOC cool poem thing in your signiture Maethoriel. )


"I am glad it suits you," Kanno said, his voice still bearing an essence of urgency but mixed with a calm politness.

He looked over as Maethoriel stumbled onto the scene. What had she done to be in such poor condition he wondered?

He started to move forwards but noticed a nearby elf rush over to support her and take her to the healers.

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Kitsong Larental headed to the armoury, rubbing his wrists nervously, closely followed by his giggling sisters. He turned and glared at them angrily, "What's so funny?" Rhia and Kira didn't shut up, they just laughed harder. Kit frowned, not amused and continued walking, a stubborn look on his face.

"Greetings Kitsong," Kanno bowed. "What can I get you for the trip?"

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